This doesnt even look like a proper knot, Harry mumbled, poking it. Are you sure you know what youre doing? There was an incredulous silence from the presence in this mind, a fleeting flash of wounded pride, and then a cruel sting that was more painful than Harry thought is query really warranted. Idiot boy. Stop, youre going to. . . Voldemorts thoughts were jagged, neurotic red scribbles, like the spiky line of a frantic heart monitor in Harrys head. Harry couldnt understand them, exactly, but they certainly didnt seem happy.
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